I will live in the in-between land where the far-off murmurs of the crowd give me company while I tell stories to myself. I will build a hut in the fringes of fraternities and forests, where I’ll plant a garden for the deer and demons. I will write poetry from treetops for the life of Read more…

The color of the morning seemed the same dull grey. The air I breathed in felt the same, sour and stale. But as I yawned aloud like I do, no sound escaped my gaping mouth. I looked down to count my scars as I do every morning, for the past is where I always start. Read more…

A tablespoon of rust mixed in blood and a pinch of acid for my bones A serrated piece of steel to hold the banged-up liver and a handful of sand in my eyes. With a bag new bought and shining wheels instead of toes I’ve been pushed down the road of conformity. Reeling and rattling, Read more…